Gone with the Wind

ONE //

I STARTED to fret from the heat, I wandered off to the Dining Hall from the woodland. I volunteered to help set the mesa before breakfast, which were all filled with forks and knives. I took a glance at the chart and realized we were having pancakes today. I hope my sisters excited, Madison.

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I was quite frightened when I sensed an arm on my shoulder blade. It was just the camp director, Ace Evergreen flashed me with that sparkly smile of his.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, beautiful," Ace smirked, gaining closer to my face, and lips. I exhaled.

"I..," I began. "Don't you have a job to do, like watch those eighth graders?" I asked, giving Ace a foul stare.

Ace regarded at me, causing me to go back to what I was setting up. Ultimately, I was finished and people commenced barging through the doors, one door is near the right, and the other is on the left.

My eyes roamed around the spot until I caught my younger sister. I waddled over to her, I smiled, which caused her to sigh. My smile vanished easily. And then the memories hit me, we argued on the bus non-stop over our parents.

Our father passed away, recently this year. He committed suicide, which I don't believe. Father would never kill himself, not after that night. And Madison's upset, and she's taking it all on me now, which is fine because she needs to let out that anger in some way.

As Madison attempted to dash away, I grabbed her arm, which made her wince.

"Just," I began. "Please, don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." I bellowed, lowering my head. Madison loosened from my grip and scoffed.

"Just stay away from me right now." She scolded, walking away from me. I blinked my prickly tears back, and watched Madison sit at a lonesome table.

"Michaels!" I heard from behind me, and I turned around to face my enemy, Ian Campbell. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you want, Ian?" I asked, stepping towards him, meanwhile some people stared. I glanced at Madison, who walked out. I stared back at Ian, and saw him smiling.

"Sister wants you dead, your father committed, your mother's a piece of shit, you got no one, Michaels." Ian astonished, leaving my face blue.

"Well, that's easy for you to state, you never worked for anything in your life." I answered, slapping him on the left side cheek. "And also, don't fucking talk about my family." I demanded and walked out of the Dining Hall, aggravated by what he just said. I heard oohs on the way out, and I heard Ian's laughter fade away.